A dry little satire from Romania, poking fun at the vanities of smalltowners trying to claim credit for derring-do during the 1989 uprising against Nicolae Ceausescu. This is done through the medium of a local TV chat show - arguably the shoddiest programme ever portayed on screen - during which a couple of the local gentry try to account for their movements at the magical moment of 12.08pm on the day of the overthrow. It's amusing stuff - though not as funny as it would like to be - even if rather obviously studio-bound. It won the best first film award at Cannes; somehow, it doesn't seem quite substantial enough to justify that accolade.